Berrilyl's POVLiah's eyes gleamed with determination as she explained our escape plan. "We need to pass through the slave quarters secretly. We slaves are usually exhausted after a long day's work and sleep soundly. Even if someone wakes up, they'll be too tired to follow us or raise an alarm."I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. "Okay, what's the next step?""You follow me to the garden ahead," Liah whispered. "What's the plan when we get here?"Liah smiled mischievously. "That is where we make our escape."I frowned, confused. "The garden? But how?"Liah chuckled. "You'd be surprised. The garden stretches all the way to the outskirts of an urban city."My eyes widened in amazement. "We can reach the city through the garden? That's incredible!"Liah nodded. "I know, right? It's the perfect escape route."I turned to her, curiosity getting the better of me. "So, why haven't you escaped before now?"Liah's expression turned sombre, and she looked down at her feet. "I was sca
Berrilyl's POVWe ran past the guards, our feet pounding the ground in unison. For a moment, I believed we would actually make it. But the guards were too strong, too fast. They quickly gave chase, their shouts and footsteps closing in on us.I wished for the moon goddess to help make the right thing happen as I ran.After what felt like an eternity, we were finally caught by the guards. They grabbed us roughly, holding us in a tight grip. I struggled against them, but it was no use. We were trapped, and our bid for freedom had been lost forever.I tried to wolf out and maybe I could still fight but I was too weak, all my strength was gone. I've not been eating good food since. I looked at Liah and she looked at me terrified, I felt so bad for her. She would have been sleeping if not for me going to pressurize her into telling me about the exit and, convincing her to come."Aren't you the one the Alpha wants to marry?" The guard holding me asked."No, I'm the one the Alpha is forcing
Berrilyl's POVI couldn't believe he would give me her head as a wedding gift. It was the worst thing ever. I thought maybe I had a wrong impression about him when he was talking with Jake but I realized I was mistaken.What was I even thinking? A heartless person like him would never even flinch or feel anything after doing something as heinous as this. I was horrified by the sight. Even if he wanted to kill her, I didn't know why he had to kill her that way. The way she looked at me before she died was registered in my brain. I couldn't think properly seeing her whom I assured that everything was going to be okay no matter what lay on the floor headless.After discussing something with Jake, he looked at me and asked "Are you going to take your gift or not?""Nooo!" I screamed with rage."That's a very good decision. Guards grab her. It's time for her next punishment" he grinned at me and immediately two guards grabbed me and started dragging me as I was defiant to follow them."Wha
Cage's POVIt was not surprising to me at all that she was trying to run away from me. I knew she would resort to such stupidity and of all the people she wanted to run away with, she chose Liah. She loved walking herself into danger with the kind of people she moved with. Maybe it was just a repercussion catching up on her for all the things she had done before. I thanked the moon goddess for everything she did. I was so lucky to be like this after everything that had happened to me before.I saw the presence of sunlight peeking through the windows casting a golden glow. I decided to go and pay her a visit to the cell she was in. She spent her night trying to run away from me and in the end it was useless, I bet she must be regretting not going to sleep and most of all, she would be feeling bad for Liah who wasn't even worth it. She was also so in love with that pretentious thing named Owens, whom she was still doing everything for even though he was dead. She was so stupid and naiv
Cage's POV "Stop your lies," Berrilyl said. "You're just trying to make me feel bad and guilty for what I did not do. You want me to think I'm like you but I'm not" Berrilyl protested."You're like that in a way. It's not my fault you forgot them all. It's your doing" I replied but I knew it would change nothing. She wouldn't believe me. She'd keep thinking I was making stories and trying to instigate her against her brother. My heart still ached that she chose to forget. She chose to forget us and everyone who suffered because of her but I'd make her pay for what she did."Sir, William sent a message" Jake said and from his countenance, I could see that the message wasn't gonna be okay."Read it out," I said."I'm sorry I might not be able to come to your wedding, I have an appointment with an important client this month and will be travelling out. I've already bought the tickets. I'm sorry. I can come after I'm done. I'd visit you and your husband. You know I value you so much but
Cage's POVHer words were so unexpected. The way she decided to handle the situation was quite different. She normally does everything just so she can protect that stupid dead body but this time, I guess her brain was developing from doing things for idiots like Owens who didn't deserve it one bit.I was annoyed that she had stopped typing the message to her brother and dared to oppose me but somewhere in me, I was quite happy that Owens's influence on her had reduced to a great extent. It wasn't as intense as it was before.I took the phone from her hand and laughed while reading what she typed. "Wow, I love how much you love me" I grinned."Don't worry, I would surely do what I want with their bodies. I would use them to my satisfaction especially now that you've said it" I said.I took the phone and started typing the message. "He might suspect what you write because there would surely be a difference between the way we write," she said."Don't worry, your fiance knows what to wr
Berrilyl's POVIt was quite surprising that he changed from his usual mean ways to a sudden flirt. The most annoying thing was that I was blushing as he said that. My heart skipped a beat which made me shocked. It was unusual. It was rare. I didn't get what was happening. Perhaps, the method he used in finding everything about me was what he was now using to' me."What is wrong with you? You can't speak. That means I was correct'' he grinned and said with anger ''Get this into your head. You're with me only out of punishment. Whatever you are thinking in that head of yours that's making you blush is in your dreams. It's never going to happen. You're just a slave. You don't deserve a second chance. You and I can never be together"He said and I looked at him surprised, one second he was grinning, and the next he was angry. I just couldn't understand him and his mood swings."You were the one trying to pair us together and now you're going against it like I even want to stay with you""
Berrilyl's POVIt was so disgusting and irritating. I wanted to vomit the food I ate before, only that I was in need of food so much that I didn't want to puke. I reached out to the water near me and was about to drink it but I started imagining that he made them rinse the finger in it to give me. I took it up and smelled it but I didn't smell anything unusual so I gurgled the water in my cheeks and spat it out.But seeing his finger made me want to sink myself to the floor for not suspecting anything. I was stupid to stop examining the food and eating it because of its very welcoming aroma. When in fact, it was the reason I ended up eating the finger. They had made it smell so lovely to hide the smell of that rotten finger. It was like if care wasn't taken this place would become a horror movie for me. I would become haunted by my dead husband's body part by Cage. I pushed the food away from me and stared at it with disgust. It was very annoying and I wished I could appear in the pl
Berrilyl's POVI stood stiffly in the corner, the tension in the room thick enough to cut through with a knife. I could feel my heart thump as Cage took one stride forward, his gaze piercing cold upon the spies' blood-smeared forms kneeling at his feet.Who sent you?" Cage's voice was quiet, almost detached, but the weight of command behind the words left no argument.The spies didn't answer. Their heads were still hung low, their swollen lips leaking blood onto the floor. Watching them, a weird feeling twisted in my tummy, I didn’t know if it was pity and anticipation mixed up. Were they terrified or just too loyal to be sensible?When Cage spoke again, his words sent a shiver down my spine. “And while we’re at it,” he said, his eyes narrowing dangerously, “tell me if there’s another spy in this room.”There was a brief, strained silence in the room before my gaze turned instinctively to Grace. She was standing to the left of Cage, her face was blank, but I noticed her jaw stiffened
Berrilyl's POVThe cold, damp walls of the cell were growing all too familiar. I leaned against the rough stone, trying to block out the ache in my back and the faint stench of mildew clinging to the air. My wrists still showed the faint bruises from the last time they'd dragged me here, but it wasn't the discomfort that bothered me, it was the bitter taste of humiliation.Again and again, I was cast aside as if my words were but empty air.Steps rattled through the corridor; it was so narrow. I came straight up and then flicked a strand of hair away from my face. A small window on the cell door slid open, showing me an expectedly familiar face, Grace.She came into the room, her head held high, as always superior, her footsteps deliberate. This time, she didn't carry a tray of food with her just that knowing smirk, that set me on edge."You really can't help yourself, can you?" she said, crossing her arms. "Your mouth is going to get you killed one day."I let out a short, bitter lau
Berrilyl's POV After the pandemonium had subsided, Cage stood his gaze looking carefully through the scene. The two men who laying dead on the floor had already been taken away. The attack had come without warning, and the deaths of his men were a painful reminder of how vulnerable they could still be.“Secure the perimeter,” Cage ordered. His voice was firm, carrying authority. The guards nodded and scattered to follow his orders. There was no time for grief now; they needed to know if there were more enemies hiding nearby, waiting to strike.He turned to the soldiers who had gathered the bodies. “Make sure the dead are buried properly. Both of them,” Cage added, his voice softer now. It wasn’t just his men who had fallen, but they were his responsibility, and that meant giving them a proper burial, no matter the circumstances.Jake, who had stood next to him, observed the men leaving. His face was strained as he turned to face Cage. He whispered, "I don't trust anyone," as he glanc
Berrilyl's POVI sat still in the quiet of my room, my mind a storm of confusion and frustration. My thoughts were consumed by the same question that had been plaguing me for weeks: why hadn’t William come looking for me? I had been taken from him, kept captive by Cage, yet there had been no sign of a search. No attempts at rescue. No word from him at all.I shifted uncomfortably, trying to push the thought away, but it refused to leave me. The silence from William made no sense. He had always been protective, always there when I needed him, so why hadn’t he done anything?A part of her wondered if Cage’s explanation of the situation had some truth to it. Perhaps William was too busy with other matters, or perhaps he really hadn’t known where to look. But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it, that something wasn’t right.I paced the room, the floorboards creaking under my weight. I had heard Cage mention things that didn’t sit well with me, things about po
Berrilyl's POVI stared at the food in front of me, trying to force down the disgust I felt. Cage’s words echoed in my mind—*“Only the goddess knows whose toe is inside the food.”* I could almost feel the taint of his cruel words poisoning the meal. It smelled so good, though—too good. The temptation was almost unbearable, but his sick laugh still rang in my ears. He was a monster, and I couldn’t trust anything he gave me, no matter how innocent it looked. I glanced at the door. Cage had already left, his laugh trailing behind him as he slammed the door with enough force to rattle the walls. I knew it was a challenge—a test of patience, of trust, or perhaps just another one of his sick games. Part of me wanted to dive into the food and finish it all in one go, to ignore the horror of what he might have done to it. But another part of me, the cautious part—the part that had learned from all the abuse, from every twisted trick he’d played—held me back. His words stung, and the last
Berrilyl's POVI woke up in a haze, disoriented and confused, staring at the ceiling. My head throbbed, and my body felt heavy like the weight of the world had settled on me. As my mind started to clear, I felt a presence beside me. Someone was holding my hand. I turned my head, groggy, and saw the physician by my side, checking my pulse. His face was kind, and professional. But his presence did little to calm the storm inside me. What happened? The last thing I remembered was arguing with Cage. He had been furious, warning me about Grace. The tension between us was suffocating, but everything after that moment was a blur. I shifted my gaze, and that’s when I saw him—Cage. He was standing near the physician, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on me. His eyes burned with an anger so intense, that I could almost feel it searing through me. If his mask had covered his eyes too, I wouldn’t have known how much he hated me. “How are you feeling?” the physician asked, his voice gentle
Cage's POVAs soon as the Beta and his guards exited the room, the faint echo of their footsteps fading down the hall, my focus shifted entirely to Berrilyl. The anger I had restrained during the meeting surged forward, bubbling up and demanding release. I turned to her sharply, ready to unleash my frustration. “Who do you think you are,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous, “to imply that I need you so badly, that without you my plans would crumble?” Her response was infuriatingly dismissive. She didn’t speak a word, only rolled her eyes, the faintest smirk curling her lips. “You better listen, and listen carefully,” I warned, stepping closer. “Don’t you ever try that again, or you won’t be able to handle what’s coming for you.” She raised her chin defiantly, her voice calm yet laced with exhaustion. “Stop pretending I’m lying. You do need me. If you didn’t, you would’ve killed me long ago. You’ve had every reason to do it, haven’t you? Yet here I am, alive and standing in
Cage's POVThe meeting room was silent except for the rustle of papers and the occasional murmurs among my advisors. I sat at the head of the table, my gaze fixed on the Beta of the Goldenmoon Pack, who had just concluded his presentation. His pack’s desperation was evident, even if he tried to conceal it behind a polished and professional demeanour. Across from me, the Beta adjusted his posture, his shoulders squared and his expression carefully neutral. Behind him stood a pair of guards, their hands resting on the hilts of their weapons. They looked tense, though they did their best to appear calm. This was no ordinary proposal—it was a plea for survival. “Alpha Cage,” the Beta began, his voice steady, “our pack believes this alliance will be mutually beneficial. We offer an unparalleled supply of ammunition and weaponry, resources that your pack can put to immediate use. In return, we seek your protection against the increasing rogue attacks.” I leaned back in my chair, steep
Berrilyl's POV The tap at the door was gentle. I didn't look toward the door. My eyes, instead remained set at the ceiling, like the cracked pattern there should give answers to my plenty of questions. Another rap, loud enough this time. "Come in," I spoke finally, never raising myself up to sit.The door creaked open and Talia stepped inside, carrying a small wooden tray. Her face was smooth, yet a flicker of unease danced in her eyes as she neared. "I brought the medicine," she whispered, placing the tray down on the small table beside my bed. "Cage ordered me to help you apply it to your wounds."At her words, a jolt of anger surged through me. My fists clenched at my sides, and I pushed myself upright, glaring at her. “Cage ordered you?” I repeated, my voice dripping with disdain. Talia nodded, clearly uncertain how to respond to my tone. “He said it’s important you heal properly.”A bitter laugh escaped my lips before I could check it. "Of course, he did. He's probably just